The Wicked House of Claigan

And the vampires entered my dream

but you weren’t there

And the Highlands screamed

I went to that place

the sacred place in the dream

The Fairy Falls of Cuchullin

You bathed in bluegreen water

I came at your beckon

And bathed in nameless regret

The Black Mountains watched on high

as I refused your name

I cried in my sleep

The Maker of Swords carried me there

the very next day

to show me the waters ran true

Again I lay me to sleep

And the vampires left me with scars

In that wicked House of Claigan.